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Jan 2014
her ankles are close to
breaking and
she teeters when she walks
heel-toe-heel-toe then
please oh please god let me stay
upright when the wind blows
her collarbone might just shatter
and her wrists could snap in two
it isn't anyone's fault, per say, but bones
and we, as a
fragmented people
need wholeness
and these little cracks, they
add up
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   Sophie Anna
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